Still with the lame pokemon. Shit was lame then and is lame now.
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At the written maths finals in my country there's first a timebox where the teacher goes through all tasks to make sure that everyone understands what is asked. During that portion the headmaster is present and students are allowed to ask questions. After that the headmaster leaves and nobody is allowed to talk any more.
So the teacher shows us this one task, and it's a 3D geometry task. I look through it and notice that there's one angle missing. There's an infinite number of correct solutions with the given requirements. So I raise my hand and ask about that.
My teacher looks straight past me at the back wall of the classroom, completely stone faced and says "I am sure that the requirements are complete. They cannot be incomplete." I hold my tongue.
As soon as the headmaster leaves, my teacher all but runs up to my desk and asks me what he missed.
Turns out, I was right and he just put a random number on the chalkboard to be used as the missed requirement.
If he had admitted in front of the headmaster that the requirements were incomplete, then the whole maths finals would have to be postponed and redone.
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Wisdom is knowing when to say "fuck it" to save yourself the pain.
Maaaaaan, I've been holding this in for almost 3 decades and it's time to vent lol..
When I was in middle-school we were doing a quiz on space and the Earth and I recall the question: how long is a year?
I'd remember reading in my "Magic School Bus" book that a year is closer to ~365.25 (that's where we get the extra day in the leap years) and the class and teacher mocked me for not putting 365. I'm still salty about it!
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My parents got called to school more than once because i was "disruptive" and kept doing things like wandering around class talking to people or not turning up after breaks. I was bored. My parents said, if I've done the work and it's all correct can't they give me something else to do? So they made me answer the same set of questions again once I finished them.
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No Child Allowed To Be Ahead
Ah yes, the American "educational' industrial complex, I know it well. It's also fond of literally leaving behind and moving on from and kids who are struggling, like happened to me in math. Then I got in trouble because my abusive, alcoholic mother thought I was slacking off. Therapy is your friend. So are antidepressants to keep me from killing myself, but that's only tangentially related.
Forcing people in education jails, would help solve our education problems. Once a year, they test you, and if you can't pass a standard test, they lock you away until you can, because you can't make good choices without education anyway.
This is always the case. Whenever you deal with any educational institution, they don't want you to give them the right answer ever. They want you to give them the answer that they told you that you should give; whether it's right or wrong
I had a similar experience with square roots, writing both the positive and negative answers. It's wild for a teacher to actively reject correct answers because "that's not what we learned today" (the negative answers, in my case).
I am like not really well informed about this but wasn't the square root symbol thingy (√ <- this one) always set to give the positive root? And the power of 1/2 would give both the positive and negative?
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That's bs and also reminds me of a joke about two mathematicians at a bar:
longish math joke
Two mathematicians are in a bar. The first one says to the second that the average person knows very little about basic mathematics. The second one disagrees, and claims that most people can cope with a reasonable amount of math.
The first mathematician goes off to the washroom, and in his absence the second calls over the waitress. He tells her that in a few minutes, after his friend has returned, he will call her over and ask her a question. All she has to do is answer one third x cubed.
She repeats "one thir -- dex cue"?
He repeats "one third x cubed".
She says, "one thir dex cuebd"?
Yes, that's right, he says. So she agrees, and goes off mumbling to herself, "one thir dex cuebd...".
The first guy returns and the second proposes a bet to prove his point, that most people do know something about basic math. He says he will ask the blonde waitress an integral, and the first laughingly agrees. The second man calls over the waitress and asks "what is the integral of x squared?".
The waitress says "one third x cubed" and while walking away, turns back and says over her shoulder "plus a constant!"
I'm pretty sure a currently 4yo nephew of mine will suffer some sort of bullshit like that in the coming years. Little bud is already able to read big numbers like 368 (also in english no less!) and full words despite the preschool not teaching either.
School nearly managed to kill my curiosity.
Nooo you can't learn about this physics stuff, you haven't learned the math yet.
Yes, that's a great question, hold it until next school year.
No, I can't explain that, it's not part of the subject matter.
In my school, the teachers would stop to listen to me retell complete sci-fi bullshit from the Discovery chanel.
They thought I was smart, because I liked watching that...haha...
I had one really good high school science teacher. He pushed the school to start a class with the curriculum of "what do y'all wanna learn." I have never cared more about learning than trying to wrap my head around special relativity and the constant speed of light, or building rube goldbergs on the lab tables in the back. Imagine: kids want to enjoy learning! Fucking WOW! (little bit of spite there at the end)
Sounds like you had lame ah teachers. Some of my would take the time to explain relevant future concepts
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One day I'm going to frame a coloured drawing I still have from year one. The following event is also still ingrained in my mind: We had to colour in a picture with several animals, one of which was a small spotted reptile in a puddle of water. Clearly a salamander.
The teacher crossed it out in red pen and screamed that I am old enough to know lizards are green and there is no such thing as a black and yellow animal on this earth.
I know this is about reptiles and amphibians, but uh...bees, wasps, and hornets would like to meet this teacher and have a...pointed...conversation with them before the spotted salamander walks all over the afflicted areas.
I'm pretty sure she didn't consider those to be animals, only "bugs"
What about tigers? Also some cats. Rhetorical question btw, i'm sure you tried to argue something similar at that point. I think the stories on these comments are making me angry
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Had a similar experience around age 10. Learned that cucumbers generally have a higher water percentage than seawater, 97% to 96.5%. Tell that to a friend of the same age, he says that can't be true because all the oceans have more water than all the cucumbers in the world, we begin debating and then start fighting about it and a teacher comes by to stop us and asks what's going on. I explain and the teacher immediately looks at me like I've lost my mind, pulls my friend to the side and asks him to leave, takes me to a room and sits down to try to explain how I'm wrong and that I can't start fights over things that anyone can prove is untrue. A week after I'm sent to a kind of mental health meeting, she immediately understands and looks it up, sees that I'm right, tells me to keep away from talking about "stuff like that" with friends and others my age and also teachers and parents of other kids because it doesn't matter if I'm right or not, just that I have to think about how others perceive me...
I'm not still mad about it, but can't deny that it feels wrong and weird.
That teacher taught you a very valuable lesson: Appearances matter more than performance.
The most important thing is to look like whatever society's idea of a "succesful, good" person looks like.
I told my friend that modern tanks fire cannon balls and when he told me I was full of shit, I doubled down on my fact-based superior knowledge that obviously surpassed his meagre ramblings.
That I still remember this is a testament to my genius.